From amicably boobsical chick-watching to throbbing ultimate romance!! Should I call it another ‘JAB TAK HAI JAAN”
The plan to accomplish pending journals begin in the dusky
evenings of Saturday but who then knew like every other Sunday plan of mine,
this too would get dismantled brutally. After two busy sleepless nights, I
thought of clinging onto my loafy bed late in the mornings and this exactly
went as planned the last night. The reckless journey begins after waking up out
of my wet snoozy dreams! Determined was I on the other hand to glide away
smoothly with my every plan scheduled for day and morning sun slowly passed as
I had thought it should.
Adamant enough I started to gather my dismantled strength
thereby putting myself on table to give away thoughts to my plans and finish
the unfinished. There was newspaper lying unread on study table which I picked
up to read, thinking it will refresh my mind towards academic thoughts and
finished it literally without anyone's intervention. But it was eagerly waiting
to peep in. I had just opened my journal and turned the pages up to the page
from where I was intended to begin; I heard somebody calling my name from
somewhere. It was my aunt calling, only to instruct me for accompanying my
cousin to messy Sunday Market. I had no other choice but to adhere onto her
call and shut my academic business and step into social menace.
It is here where these mindboggling events unfolded. Usually
I don't keep myself weeping over the things which have already occurred and
their course of movements can't be diverse with any of my movements. I just
tend to accept them with wide open arms. After nosy pampering from aunts, I was
all on my way to Sunday market. Though initial pricky thoughts about my plans
failure knocked the doors of my emotion but, they failed badly garnering
momentum before the fancy fantasy of flamboyant chicks I was having deep
inside! Mood though was quiet dull & rusty from many a days and needed uplift
for certainty. This was coming my way! Somehow amidst all this
repercussionistic thoughts I entered the clumsy market place where every vendor
was busy shouting the price tags to attract buyers.
As always, ubiquitous girls first blurred my sight of view
but they weren't the one's I was here to look for. I was there in the middle of
crowded market place searching someone who would eventually ride my spirits to sky-high.
After some five stalls we visited, I suggested my pal towards the sixth one
where two chicks were chuckling loudly to everyone's dismay. Steady but silent,
I took my body towards the girl with blonde hairs. Wow! She had the blue eyes I
always envisaged for. What a pleasant coincidence this was. We including her
friend minus my cousin exchanged our puzzled looks in a ravishing hurry.
Actually my waistline was in contact of her. The mood swings this contact
presenting were quiet unexplainably striking! May be it was her cologne that
was pulling me towards her but I kept my thoughts aside realizing the busy
place I was stood in middle off. But 'Men will be Men' you see! They suddenly
started murmuring something with themselves which nobody except them did found
audible. "How much does this Gaajars (carrots) cost? I just loveee this
damn Gaaajars!!" said the chick with blue eyes quiet audibly. I was
reasonably stumbled with her words and the lusty style with which they were
presented. All my audible ears were aptly pecked on these chicks that I refused
to listen in what vegetable vendor was speaking out. She then graciously
grasped the carrot (or Gaajars as I would love referring to!) in hand and quiet
seductively landed the fleshy carrot onto her pink scenic lips making me baffle
at the sight and mercilessly moved away! Alas! What I see on her T-shirt while
she's turning, "You drive me crazy!!!” At least those must be mine words
out of dilemmatic despair! Her moving made my heart wrecking in displeasure yet
I kept my eyes looking at the princess going far. She certainly has achieved
printing something very pleasant inside me which would live and flourish for
some more time to come.
There I was. In the middle of crowded market place amicably gormlessly
in my own way looking steadily at the diminishing image of the lustful chick I
had just unofficially met!! It felt as if some epic bollywood movie was running
on its course but the soar rush and harsh crying for customers from street
vendors pulled me out of my chimerically beautiful romance yet to begin...
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